You have disappeared!
The moon is a poor companion.
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My garden has moods ....
You may find yourself there.
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I fear you faded in cornfields
searching for purity of the sun.
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Author notes
Prompt: A letter. 30 words; 6 lines; one adjective.
A contest entry
- dear......., by Nicolette.
1100 points, ended April 14, 2008, 43 entries
• next poem in this contest, remove from contest
Please tell me what you think
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Beautifully haunting words...linked in a marvelous way. This short verse speaks volumes.
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Thank you
dear poet!
Not really haunting [
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Thank you.
Ron.
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Excellent
Oh wow!!!!!
What a wonderfully penned piece of poetry.
Well done.
Best of luck to you.
Keep up with the great work.
Keep on penning.
Thank you so very much for sharing your wonderful talents with us.
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I love playing in your gardens, Ron. They are so full or color and wings, and often music...this one, too. ~Karen
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nice
nice write for the prompt . . liked "The moon is a poor companion" and "I fear you lost us in sunlight" . . good luck in the contest
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i like this...
though i think i would lose the last line, being that the word 'lost' repeats unnecessarily. and also because i think that "I fear you lost us in sunlight" would be a perfect ending with much more impact
thanks for entering
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This note to the "poet" has a lovely sense of mystery about it, Ron - and so many nuances and layers. I like it when a poem allows me to get lost in thought and wonder...
I liked the contrasting images of sun and moon - a skillful weaving of light here (the two lights of the sky, or someone's sky). A very poetic piece of writing that I'm sure the "poet" will definately feast his/her eyes on too.
I liked this - thank you so much for this entry.
~ Nicolette
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Dear Nicolette
Thank you. It is always with trepidation that I launch poems of this nature.
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What more does a poem need but a poet, a garden, and a moon to light the way back. Well done!
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There are many poets who are fascinated by the moon, which is equally inaccessible to everyone. The moon is a poor companion, and so am I if I am lost in the sun. One needs a little ego to get by, it seems to me, though I could be lost in nonsense.
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Never
Margaret!
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I'd try to make sense of it, but I recently read that poetry communicates to us outside of the logical, so I'll have to be satisfied with that!
Nevertheless I will try to apply reason to it: A poet disappeared from poetry because the moon did not offer him enough sustenance; every now and then you moodily think of the poet who now is lost in his own brilliance. no... let me try again: A poet disappeared on the moon and you have a moon-garden there that he may stumble upon if he does not get blinded by the sun. Yes!
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Dear Poet
By logic bright
You have lost me
In your gaze of light.
Perhaps YOU are the lost poet? Welcome back, Wayne!
Good to see you without moonburn to nurse. Ouch! -
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yes, interesting how interacting generates new ideas... my moon-garden piece is done...!
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I see it with my telescope.
You have moon marigolds, lunar lilies, Armstrong Asters. -
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yes, and I'm readying my Venus Fly Traps for their invasion...
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And
Your Plutonic petunias and Asteroidal Allysseum.
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